"Eternal Blessing Heavenly Master, what a coincidence, Hermit Wen, you’re here too."
"I work here, but Taoist Qingfeng, how co you just happened to show up at the entrance of my workplace again?"
"..."
Qing Xuzi looked impossibly awkward—Wen Yan had called him by that fake na he uses to dupe people, and now here he was, at the entrance of Wen Yan’s workplace again. Honestly, even he couldn’t explain this away.
"I am Qing Xuzi, Hermit Wen, did you forget? I’m here chasing after that ghost this ti, not for any other reason."
"What other reason?"
"..."
Qing Xuzi had never been this embarrassed before—he wanted to explain, but even if he tried, it would be impossible, especially with his track record.
Seeing how awkward Qing Xuzi was, Wen Yan imdiately gave a small smile and stepped forward to greet him.
"Greetings, Daoist Master Qing Xuzi. I was just joking with you, please don’t take offense.
I was about to go deal with that ghost myself. Is there sothing special about this ghost that makes you co in person to chase him?"
"I’m not entirely sure yet, but I do know—this ghost is sowhat dangerous."
"Has he hard a lot of people?" Wen Yan asked.
"It would seem so. He doesn’t go out of his way to harm people, but anyone who gets near him, who has a conflicting aura, might run into an accident.
That’s why I had to co in person—been chasing him for a while, but only managed to catch up again today."
"Even you could lose his trail?" Wen Yan was a bit surprised. Qing Xuzi might be unconventional, but he’s got real skills. Losing track of a re ghost?
"It was luck, not sothing human beings could have prevented."
Wen Yan thought it over, and described what just happened, plus the situation with the spiritual vehicle and the driver who smacked his head so badly he was bleeding all over.
Qing Xuzi nodded.
"You and the director both have very strong auras, especially you. Your Yang Energy is so overwhelming that even if you an no harm, an average ghost can’t withstand it.
Because you’re so much stronger, brushing past at such close distance is bound to trigger so kind of reaction.
It’s like when two auras collide—the big one barely feels anything, but the small one gets totally rattled.
The reason you ended up in a car accident, almost getting hurt, is probably because your luck has been lousy lately.
As for the other guy, with that ghost riding on his head, suffering a bloody accident but only getting a scratch—his fate must be pretty tough."
Wen Yan kept nodding. Honestly, if his luck was better, he wouldn’t have nearly fallen off into the Netherworld with no way ho.
Just then, he realized sothing seed weird.
This didn’t really sound like sothing Qing Xuzi would say.
"Since when does the Taoist priest start talking in the language of fortune and destiny?"
"It’s just the most accurate, easiest way to explain it.
In terms of destiny, this ghost is seriously jinxed."
Barring any surprises, he’s basically running a double-whammy of bad-luck and jinx fate right now.
He may not an any harm, but he can’t control it, no way to stop himself.
So, I have to capture and take him away, to prevent him from hurting others or himself and causing a disaster."
Wen Yan thought for a second, then mused, So it’s not because you found a special ghost and just got excited at the chance?
He kept that one to himself—for all that the guy is an old hand in the business, no point calling him out.
Qing Xuzi glanced at Wen Yan’s expression, pretty much guessing what Wen Yan was thinking, but really had no way to explain...
In Qingcheng, it’s all about mingling with ghosts every day; the folks there are masters at this sort of thing. If you show up chasing after so special ghost, everyone knows what your real motive is.
If a Spirit Binder were to control a ghost with that deadly double-jinx fate, even if he’s not good at fighting, he could still sicken his enemies to death.
Qing Xuzi let out a silent sigh—his reputation, it seed, was probably beyond saving at this point.
"You all step back, let handle it."
Wen Yan moved back a few steps, sidling up to the director.
"Director, you heard it yourself—today’s events are not my fault, it really was a jinx at work."
The director wanted to say sothing, but swallowed it. If there’s a jinx, it’s definitely because you showed up and brought it with you.
When you’re not here, nothing ever happens in the office. Even scenarios where we have to power up the luxury furnace, that’s just paperwork for the Scorching Sun Departnt.
The mont you show up, you haven’t even gotten through the door and already everything’s going nuts outside.
I’d love not to be superstitious, you know.
Still, what can I say? The director just gave a half-hearted reply instead.
"Yes, yes, sure, it’s got nothing to do with you."
Wen Yan’s face darkened, letting the matter drop. How was he supposed to explain this kind of thing anyway—there was no way.
He took out his phone and uploaded the photos he’d just taken into the database, running a matching search.
A ghost’s appearance is always a bit different from how they looked while alive; if it’s changed a lot, matching is tricky.
This ti, though, plenty of matches ca up. He filtered out those already confird dead.
Instantly, there were only two left. Comparing by eye, Wen Yan was able to identify one of them.
This ghost’s na was Hao Mingyang, from Luoyue County. He’d died half a month ago.
Cause of death: hit in the head by a chunk of ceramic tile that fell from an outer wall. By the ti he reached the hospital he was already showing rigor mortis.
And this incident had already been investigated—no human cause, just a pure accident.
The tiles on that building’s exterior have fallen more than once or twice, but previously no one got hurt. It all got pushed off—no repairs, just endless back-and-forth."
This Hao Mingyang was truly unlucky—worked hard trying to make a living, lost money for years, finally started to get on his feet last year, had saved up, and was just about to buy a ho when disaster struck and he died unexpectedly."
From the current info, there’s really nothing more detailed than that."
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